WE

"AMERICA."

By Mrs. E. A. Bacon Lothrop. C. M.

E'D heard the old familiar tune
An hundred times before,

While peace encircled its white arms
Around our happy shore;

Now dawned a morning such as filled
Our grandsires with alarm,

When measured tramp and rolling drum
Broke on the Sabbath's calm.

2 One thought possessed us, as we sought As wont the sacred seat; Our burden was our perilled land

We laid at holy feet.

Then how the fire within us burned,
When, from the organ's roll,
And from young patriotic lips
The dear old anthem stole.

3 Before us lay the golden fields
Of freemen's happy homes,
Beneath whose green and flowery sod
Lay martyrs' sacred bones.
We wept like those exiles of old,
To think of what might be,

How mute would be our lips without
The banner of the free.

4 O God! that one foul blot should mar Our nation with its wrong!

But let it rouse our slumbering love
To one grand, choral song.

We, mothers, sisters, wives, we yield
Our life-blood unto thee;

God and our country! take our sons,
Our all, for liberty.

"WHO WILL CARE FOR MOTHER NOW?”

W

By C. C. Sawyer.-Music at Sawyer & Thompson's, 59 Fulton Avenue, Brooklyn, N. Y
WHY am I so weak and
?
weary
See how faint my heated breath!
All around to me seems darkness:
Tell me, comrades, is this death?
Ah! how well I know your answer !
To my fate I meekly bow,
If you'll only tell me truly,

Who will care for mother now?
CHORUS. Soon with angels I'll be marching,
With bright laurels on my brow;
I have for my country fallen,
Who will care for mother now ?

2 Who will comfort her in sorrow?
Who will dry the falling tear,
Gently smooth her wrinkled forehead,
Who will whisper words of cheer?
Even now I think I see her

CHORUS.

Kneeling, praying for me! how
Can I leave her in her anguish?
Who will care for mother now?
Soon with angels, &c.

3 Let this knapsack be my pillow,
And my mantle be the sky;
Hasten, comrades, to the battle!
I will like a soldier die !
Soon with angels I'll be marching,
With bright laurels on my brow;
I have for my Country fallen,

Who will care for mother now?
CHORUS. Soon with angels, &c.

*During one of our late battles, among many other noble fellows that fell, was a young man who had been the only support of an aged and sick mother for years. Hearing the surgeon tell those who were near him that he could not live, he placed his hand across his forehead, and, with a trembling voice, said, while burning tears ran down his fevered cheeks, "Who will care for mother now?"

THE NEW RED, WHITE, AND BLUE.

FOR

Freedom, the soul of our nation;
For Union, the bond of our love,
We join in a patriot ovation -

The Stars and the Stripes still above!
Our spirits, in throbbing communion,
The oath of our Fathers renew
To cherish this glorious Union,

And stand by the Red, White, and Blue.
Repeat.

2 From lands where the millions are yearning
For freedom from Tyranny's bars,
The eyes of their patriots are turning,
In hope, to the Stripes and the Stars.
By brave Garibaldi's devotion,

By Hungary's purpose so true,
They call to us, over the ocean,

To stand by the Red, White, and Blue.
Repeat.

3 No rebels nor traitors shall sever

The bonds which our Washington wrought, For "Union" unchanging forever,

Is shrined in each patriot's thought!
Our love and our faith are not hollow

In strength they were nourished and grew-
The Flag of our Fathers we'll follow,
And stand by the Red, White, and Blue.
Repeat.

4 Our voices are joined in communion,
The Stars and the Stripes are above;
Huzza, then, for Freedom and Union!
Huzza for the land that we love!
The old Union ship, Constitution,

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Is staunch in her timbers, and true,
And safe o'er the gulf, Dissolution,
We'll sail her in Red, White, and Blue.
Repeat.

THE DEFENDERS.

By T. Buchanan Read.

Tune," Hail to the Chief."

OUR flag on the land and our flag on the ocean,

An angel of peace

wheresoever it goes

Nobly sustained by Columbia's devotion,
The angel of death it shall be to our foes!
True to its native sky

Shall our eagle fly,

Casting his sentinel glances afar,

Though bearing the Olive branch
Still in his talons staunch,

Grasping the bolts of the thunders of war!

2 Hark to the sound! there's a foe on our border
A foe striding on to the gulf of his doom,
Freemen are rising and marching in order,
Leaving the plough, and the anvil, and loom.
Swift as Niagara pours,

Down there from Northern shores,

They march, and their tread wakes the earth with its jar! Under the Stripes and Stars,

Each with the soul of Mars,

Grasping the bolts of the thunders of war!

3 Spite of the sword or assassin's stiletto,

While throbs a heart in the breast of the brave, The oak of the North or the Southern palmetto Shall shelter no foe, except in his

grave.
While the Gulf billow breaks,
Echoing the Northern lakes,

And ocean replies unto ocean afar,
Yield we no inch of land

While there's a patriot hand

Grasping the bolts of the thunders of war!

SELECT READINGS.

FOR THE LECTURE-ROOM AND SOCIAL ASSEMBLY.

BE FREE.

By H. Tuttle.

B Whate or thy color, sex, or caste may be,

E free! yea, 'tis a gift which God hath given,

Then let thy man-made chains fore'er be riven,
And in thy God-made likeness say, I'm free.

2 What though the world and thou mayst disagree,
And fashion's gilded menials at thee sneer;
Far sweeter is God's gift of liberty

Than gorgeous bondage e'en with pampered cheer.

3 Then loose the ties,-bid hoary creeds adieu,
And flee the upas wave of worldly pride;
To God, and to thine own God-like self be true.
And though earth frown, to heaven thou❜lt be allied.

4 Yes, press thou on! cope fearlessly with wrong,
And thou shalt win the gem of peace divine ;
Angelic voices will thy praise prolong,

And laurels never fading will be thine.

5 Then e'er be free! bask in the glorious light,
Which from the sun of truth is freely given;
And when the tie is broke which stays thy flight,
With pinions loosed thou'lt soar from earth to heaven.